[Verse 1: Ransom]
Not too many blessed with this corner vision
Don't give them knowledge, give them more religion, poor decisions
Momma couldn't pay, so they told her pray for the Lord's assistance
They read our souls so we bought some Christians
Louis Vuitton, who's Lebron?
Shut up, dribble nigga, we lost resistance
My words are beacon through the darkest distance
Converse with heathens that get lost in systems
Leave the village 'till them forces listen, torches glisten
I sat with Cassius across from Liston
A Marcus Garvey with a heartless army
Malcolm by the curtains, you a carbon copy
I'm disturbin', hard to stop me
Conform to life is what we always do
It's hard to accept the damage a war will do
Now they wipin' the floor with you
I can hike in the smallest view, it's all on you
It's not just a rap when you lookin' back
'Cause it's nothin' there to look forward to
No use in mendin' when your heart is torn
So rest in peace to them niggas we hardly mourn
Re-emerge in their godly form
Cry when your daughter's born
Tell me how could you party on, you partly wrong
Just cover they ears when Megan and Cardi's on
Don't mean to single out these artists songs, but words is a weapon
That's what my father warned, and it's worse when the art performs
Yeah, the way I'm thinking astound you
I'm saying what I want, you just saying what you're allowed to
You claim you married the game
Who these lames is sayin' they vows to?
Can't change the people around
You just change the people around you
[Chorus: Ransom]
Red tops, blue tops, can't remember who shot
It's too hot
We givin' out sermons on these rooftops
Staircase confessionals
Dope is in my tube socks
A new Glock
We givin' out sermons on these rooftops
Red tops, blue tops, can't remember who shot
It's too hot
We givin' out sermons on these rooftops
Staircase confessionals
Dope is in my tube socks
A new Glock
We givin' out sermons on these rooftops
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, grandma read from Matthews and the book of Joseph
Learnt that cash rules, started bookin' niggas for shit they holdin'
A gun shot is a omen, if you owe men
They pay the ticket or they pay a visit in a low tint
My theory is, you lames on the low end
Don't give a fuck what your Tribe called you, you cornballs never get no wins
Cherish your freedom, the inside of them cells is different
I sold a plate to a fallen angel in Hell's Kitchen
I seen death on the street corner, it smell sickening
Told a homie to watch his step, then he fell victim
Out of sight, out of mind, quickly how they forget you
It was fake love, for real, only the .38 is special
Call it my hoes, it was made to wet you
Far as flows, everything I say celestial
Hand Cecil off a bit a yay' call it a test tube
A good sample make 'em come back and spend everything
That's a chess move
Know the difference from king, queen and pawn, rook and castle
Cops out to snatch you
I chew Johnny Law's lasso
Came up sellin' raw Molly in the capsule
Razor blade in my jaw, I spit it out and slash you
[Chorus: Ransom]
Red tops, blue tops, can't remember who shot
It's too hot
We givin' out sermons on these rooftops
Staircase confessionals
Dope is in my tube socks
A new Glock
We givin' out sermons on these rooftops
Red tops, blue tops, can't remember who shot
It's too hot
We givin' out sermons on these rooftops
Staircase confessionals
Dope is in my tube socks
A new Glock
We givin' out sermons on these rooftops
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